Tingle in The Netherlands - 365
Toothy tunnels bite into the traffic
Birds survive on seed that stores the sun
Baubles yawn adornment from the attic
Refuseniks hibernate and shun the fun.
Consign modish winter to the dustbin
Skirts the florrid bulbous drinkers’ hue
Gypsy moth’s a silkworm in a tailspin
Green fashionista’s thinly skinned anew.
Imbibe languid pomegranate sunscapes
Tequila orange juice smears on the page
Wizened wiser fruit mature from free grapes
The final act the sepia flames of age
Twizzling toffee apple solar systems
Cowebbed Ebenezer greys your soul
Happy bop Halloweens red headrush with them
‘Top of the Pops’ is making me feel old.
Birds survive on seed that stores the sun
Baubles yawn adornment from the attic
Refuseniks hibernate and shun the fun.
Consign modish winter to the dustbin
Skirts the florrid bulbous drinkers’ hue
Gypsy moth’s a silkworm in a tailspin
Green fashionista’s thinly skinned anew.
Imbibe languid pomegranate sunscapes
Tequila orange juice smears on the page
Wizened wiser fruit mature from free grapes
The final act the sepia flames of age
Twizzling toffee apple solar systems
Cowebbed Ebenezer greys your soul
Happy bop Halloweens red headrush with them
‘Top of the Pops’ is making me feel old.
